Ok here is the final chapter. It is also a long one and I hope you enjoy it.

Dying to be saved

The captured men were thrust into a dark dingy cell that smelt of urine and death. Ghost saw how tense Roach had become and he knew it was because the younger male was remembering the last time he had been held captive, where he had been tortured continuously for a week before a Marine rescue team were able to get to the compound but by then Gary Sanderson had already been damaged.

Ghost pulled Roach into a hug and felt how the younger male clung to him.

"Shhh everything will be ok"

Suddenly the cell door was pulled open and three men entered. The two gorillas were obviously just muscle but the little pug- like man in the middle, he was trouble.

"So" he said looking at Roach "you are the insidious little swine that killed all my men. You made me very angry." One of the gorillas pulled Roach forward; the pugs face automatically sneered as he saw the American patch on Roach's arm.

"Ahh, we have captured an American swine and his British compatriot. How sweet." The pug motioned to the gorilla who hauled Roach out the cell. Roach tried to struggle but the other gorilla punched the struggling soldier in the face; the sharp sound of cracking bone echoed throughout the cell and Roach howled as his nose broke. Ghost saw red and moved to attack the first gorilla that had a hold of Roach only to go flying backwards with a blunt kick to the abdomen.

The pug let out a grunt which Ghost guessed was a laugh. "Do not worry, we will play nicely with your friend" he ripped off Ghost baklava and exited the cell with the burly men and Roach.

Ghost ran to the bars and shouted "Hold in there buddy. You will be ok"

Ghost knew it wasn't true for the screams start not long after Roach was led away.

Ghost didn't know how long Roach had been gone; all he knew was that the screams had continued for what felt like years and with each scream and cry for mercy Ghost's heart was shattering. A while later, the cell door reopened and the battered form of the sergeant was thrown into the cell. The door closed again the lock sliding into place. Ghost crawled across the floor and been mindful of any injuries that the bug had been given pulled Roach towards him so that Roach's head was resting on Ghost's shoulder. He could hear Roach's sobs and he gently rocked the sergeant to try and comfort him.

"Shh, come on mate" gentle rocking back and forth

"I didn't talk. I...p..promise. I never spoke"

Ghost merely pulled him closer there was nothing else he could do.

The routine of Roach been tortured continued for two days and each time Roach would be pulled from Ghost arms, he would sob while Ghost tried to fight off their captives. He would receive a back hand to the face, it stung but it was nothing compared to the pain that their capturers inflicted on Roach. On the third day of capture the little pug man came into the cell and one of the gorillas threw Roach onto the cell floor after a particularly long session. Ghost had become incredibly worried as the screams had stopped sometime early. The pug smiled "You friend's will is tough but his body is weak. Comfort him for his death is going to slow and painful, he should be dead by morning. Dos vedanya."

The cell door slammed shut and Ghost apprehensively went over to the prone body on the floor; he sunk to his knees and swallowed hard. Roach looked like shit; his bare chest had numerous cuts, burns and bruises on it making his pale skin look like an old map, his face had a deep gash above his right eye and a purpling bruise around his jaw where he had been repeatedly punched, he was missing his pinkie finger on his left hand and he smelt like burnt meat which could only men that the bastards had electrocuted the kid. But these weren't what scared Ghost they were nothing compared to the evidently infected gunshot wound in his shoulder and a long, deep cut to each wrist which continued to weep blood.

"Roach?"

Ghost touched Roach's face and immediately pulled away for the little bug was burning up yet look deathly pale. Ghost once again pulled Roach against him before sliding backwards till his back hit the grimy wall. He felt tears prick into his eyes and he sniffed because even though Gary was unconscious he had to remain strong for the both of them.

"They are coming for us, okay. Then you and the bloody captain can go and kiss each other to death okay. You can't die mate because then Soap is gonna hang me. So just hold out okay"

Soap looked towards the grey building which their intel had stating was the place Roach and Ghost were been kept. He shuddered partially from the cold and partially because he was truly worried about the two men in there but more so Roach not just because they were lovers but because he was a magnet for trouble and he knew that Roach didn't handle torture very well.

He heard a shuffle behind him and turned towards the remainder of his squad. "Ok here is the plan..."the cold wind whipped around the team as Soap carefully laid out their plan to rescue their teammates

Ghost slowly opened his eyes he didn't even know he had fallen asleep. He shifted his bum to try and give some life back to it and realised there was a heavy object leaning against him. Roach. Ghost's heart almost stopped and his throat constricted the echo of the pug man's words in his head. He should be dead by morning. Ghost placed two fingers on the point on Roach's throat trying to find a pulse and for a moment he almost couldn't. His fingers pressed hardly and underneath the calloused fingertips he felt a very erratic, barely there pulse. The relief was so thick that he wanted to burst out crying yet he wouldn't. He hoped that MacTavish would get there soon because he could feel the life draining out of Roach.

Ghost swore as an explosion went off close to their cell. It was close by as it loosened some of the concrete of the cell war. A barrage of noise hit Ghost: gun shots, shouts and the squeal of a warning siren. He shook Roach to try to wake him but to no avail.

"Listen Roach, they are here. See I told you, Soap would kick some ass to get you back... Roach?..Come on you have to wake up. Gary"

Ghost's voice turned frantic for Roach had started to go cold and his lips had started to turn blue, a clear sign that he had lost too much blood. Ghost once again checked for a pulse but this time there was none. Ghost heard footsteps outside the cell but he couldn't care who it was because his survival training kicked in and he began to administer CPR, he just had to get Roach's heart to start working he just hoped that it wouldn't be too late.

A clearly agitated Scottish voice came from the other side of the door before a small explosion occurred to breach the door. As the rescue party arrived they were greeted to a horrible scene that turned their blood to ice. The usually composed Ghost was kneeling next to the normally energetic Roach pushing down on his chest crying and shouting at the prone soldier to get up and for his stupid heart to beat.

MacTavish felt like his own heart had stopped as he watched the scene. He couldn't move even when he saw the team's doctor Stitch run into the room and took over from the clearly devastated Ghost. His mind screamed at him to go to Roach go towards his lover but his feet wouldn't obey.

Ghost turned his head towards his captain and noticed how lost he looked and been XO meant that he had to support his captain. He got up and made his way to Soap moving slightly to allow the medics into the cell, for the 141 had taken the small base and killed all the occupants. Ghost did what he knew the captain needed: a slap to the face. Soap startled as if woken from a dream and turned to look at Ghost.

"He will be ok, the little bugger is tough"

Soap grimaced and turned to look back at the scene in front of him. He hoped Ghost was right.

Soap sat in the chair next to the hospital bed that Roach now occupied. It had been a week since the rescue and what a week. Roach's heart had stopped twice on the flight to the nearest hospital due to the large amount of blood he had lost and the infections that coursed through his body. Roach had yet to open his eyes and it worried Soap, he tightened his grip on Roach's clammy hand a part of him hoping that his presence would rouse Gary from his deep sleep. The hand tightened around his only slightly but it was enough to get Soap to jump out of his chair and search the sleeping man's face. He laughed with relief as Roach opened his eyes groggily and looked towards Soap.

"You came back for me"

Soap clasped Gary's hand tightly and moved it towards his heart before leaning down and placing a beautiful kiss to the top of his forehead.

"I would go to hell if I had to get you back. You mean the world to me"

Roach smiled slightly so as to not annoy the bruises and cuts on his face and let out a small laugh.

"Love you too"